Our eyes found each other in the bustling crowd.
They met. They held. They connected.
A spark glittered out of nowhere.
A flicker of anticipation.
A magnetic energy.
An awareness like no other.
The moment passed in a blink,
So did a few months and a few weeks.
The memory vaporized.
Destiny played her mischievous hand, her chortling gleeful.
An unexpected meeting.
A foreseen rekindling.
The spark awoke in full glory.
Peals of laughter,
Deliberate brush of our hands,
Whisper of your lips on my fingers.
Brewed and crackled an electrifying chemistry.
We defied gravity and soared up the stars,
We were spiraling and reaching towards something,
We were getting there,
It was close enough to touch.
But Destiny was not done, her sleeves full of tricks.
She threw the dice again.
A strange drift came swinging right and left.
Something turned into Nothing.
We fit like a dream, but were pieces of different jigsaw puzzles.
You did not complete my portrait.
Your reflection discolored with my presence.
Amidst smiles and niceties, we bade goodbye.
We let go.
We never looked back.
We stayed unnamed, and dissolved into oblivion.
But for the delicate string joining us.
But for the spark refusing to die out.
But for that lingering awareness.
But for Destiny who is not yet done.
This poem was inspired by a prompt “Aware” at mindlovemisery’s menagerie and a lost (possibly forbidden) memory. How often do we experience these unexplained chance meetings that feel like a reunion of old souls? When a stranger simply isn’t one!